sex games
by
Douglas Messerli
José
Antonio Valera (screenwriter and director) Límites (Limits) / 2020
[10 minutes]
Andri (Jaime Macanás) and Jon (Victor Montesinos) have sex out-of-doors. Obviously, it’s their first and perhaps only time together; both have bicycled to the isolated spot, so either or both of them may have other relationships.
At the first meeting, Jon shows up in leather,
bringing a pair of open-rear pants for Andri to wear. At the second meeting
Andri, who happens to be a photographer, films their entire sexual act. For the
third meeting, Jon has chosen a drive-in movie where they will have sex among numerous
others in the car. Andri readily crawls atop Jon.
For the fourth meeting, Adri brings along Victor, who, we observe, is busy putting on a lubed-up rubber glove, obviously readying for a fist fuck. Jon awards Andri his piss on their next meeting.
Jon demands that Andri wear a locked
leather mouth gag in his final request. Andri has passed his most difficult
challenge, he proclaims, and while freeing Andri from the gag, he bends to kiss
him.
But Andri has one final challenge, binding
his friend tightly up with ropes. This time, however, we sense a kind of shift,
particularly when Andri declares that he’s tried to Jon running away from him
each time they meet. For him the sex has been truly personal, and the game was,
in fact, a way for Andri to continue to be with Jon. His last request is that
Jon become his boyfriend, and if he leaves, he loses.
You
know I’m cooperative, Jon answers.
To what, queries Andri.
Jon insists that Andri untie him.
But Andri refuses, fearful that Jon will
simply run away, while Jon explains that he just wants to hug Andri.
Andri leans forward and kisses the man who can
only be described now as a victim, for the film ends without Andri making any
attempt to loose the ropes around his lover.
One might describe Spanish director Valera’s
short film as a descent into kinky desires—desires centered mainly around power
and control—which can end only in one or the other becoming the captive. Yet a
man bound in rope, as we know, is difficult to make love to, while he has an
even more difficult time expressing his love to the other. As Proust has shown
us, the captive and the captor can never be truly happy with one another. They
are doomed to an imagination of what might happen if they escaped or changed
roles.
There are limits to everything, most
particularly regarding sex. And we now come to realize that the loser of the
sex games has had to give up his freedom to fully express love.
Los
Angeles, July 19, 2025
Reprinted
from My Queer Cinema blog (July 2025).




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